Valley of the Shadow By Jan Leree

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Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death (and darkness). . .
I will fear no evil for Thou art with me . . .
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. (Psalm 23 paraphrase)

Though I walk into your closet and find you there, sitting in the dark . . .

I am not afraid. The darkness is not you. . . it is just where you have fallen. . .
where you are sitting. . . or perhaps where you were thrown and discarded.

You are not the dark.

I am not afraid, to see and feel, the deepest, most painful part. . .
I am not afraid . . . this in only a piece of you, a place in your heart. . .

You are not the dark.

I am not afraid, to know and to love,
to experience the cavernous corridors of your heart . . .
I have such a place in myself .. . . but this darkness, is not me. . .
it is only an element, a part.

If there was no darkness in me, God would not have had to die . . .
I could have saved myself. . .in my darkness, He is salvation . . .
He is light. . .

His staff has a crook and is of full length . . .
so that He can reach me, wherever I have fallen . . .
to wherever, I did sink. . .

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